[stef]

Hello Mimi,
Here a sketch of "Conquest of Mawiyah"
I've done two others and i'll send you these later  😉

http://hardbodies.deviantart.com/art/Conquest-of-Mawiyah-sketch-1-64462756

[ze fly]

Stef, t'es un des meilleurs, si ce n'est LE meilleur,  😉

Stef is one of the bests, if not the best. And my poor Stephane: don't abuse playing at Second Life, or wandering on Freya: try sleeping a little… 😛

[Mimi]

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[stef]

Thanks a lot Mimi  :)I try to do my best, even if i'm not often satisfied with my work…

And..yes… Zefly, i know, i spend a lot of time on Second Life, because i'm administrator of a roleplaying zone…a lot of things to do there too  😀

[Mimi]

[font=Times New Roman]“What I wish to make absolutely clear is my aspirations that Rebekka is presented to the reader in sheer admiration.  My profound hope is that readers will walk away from this story, and be spellbound by a woman of sheer power and might.  I wish to redefine muscularity normally identified with men, elucidating its grandeur and wonderment on a woman.  Each and every word that describes Rebekka should drip with pure passion, describing every rich angle of her brawny flesh in flowing, arousing exposition. 

In short, I want readers to be persuaded that a powerful woman is indeed a magnificent element of human sexuality, adored by both men and woman.  Beauty, true beauty, comes in all appearances… this story; I hope, will get people thinking and see muscular women in an entirely new light.  This is why I ask for your help.”

So let’s hope this story gets better with another lady’s perspective, eh?

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[font=times new roman]Mawiyah’s euphoric stare cascaded down along Rebekka’s arm, retaining every thick unwieldy vein that blanketed the ironbound arm.  Similar to Rebekka’s surveyed thigh and abdomen, Mawiyah now wrapped both hands around Rebekka’s wrist, serenely rippling upward as Mawiyah cherished how the arm’s size grew as her sweaty palms revolved around the elbow.  A impetuous surge of appetite came over the queen as her mouth fell to her torrid biceps, sealing her lips to it’s immense pinnacle, suckling it as she would a salubrious meal.  Rebekka’s eyes sank back in her head, vexing to cope with Mawiyah’s romantic gluttony.  Never before did Rebekka think she would find a woman so smitten by her muscular flesh. 

Mawiyah’s slothful tongue encircled as much bicep as she could savor, glazing it with a layer of her boiling saliva.  But she wasn’t finished just yet… grousing in hunger, Mawiyah attentively tongued back along Rebekka’s vein striped triceps, delicately tracing each vein in precise tenderness.

“Oh, my love.” Gasped Rebekka’s guttural voice.  “You make me feel like a goddess.” 

“You are a Goddess.” Replied Mawiyah before ingesting a mouthful of muscle in her mouth.

Mawiyah motioned Rebekka to turn, giving her tongue full access to Rebekka’s measureless steppe of picturesque, rocky muscle.  Mawiyah stood behind Rebekka atop her bed, casting both hands across Rebekka’s broad shoulders, stopping to clasp the sultry deltoids that flawlessly adorned off her angled back.

“So full,” Breathlessly confessed the queen. “Teeming with power.”

Rebekka’s head sloped back, swimming in the tropical waters of Mawiyah’s verbal baptism.  Each of Mawiyah’s heavy breasts flanked Rebekka’s hard neck, tenderly shrouding her head as the queen’s arms fell across the landscaped chest, sinking her fingernails deep into her broad pectorals.  Clawing her way up along the thick smoothness of steeping muscle, Mawiyah’s lush mane of hair fell about the warrior’s face, invigorating her with its lush evergreen fragrance.

“You shall have statues of your flesh throughout our kingdom.” Promised Mawiyah.  “Throngs of women will envy you, and want to be you.” 

“Oooh, Mawiyah.” Replied the smitten goddess, envisioning the majestic statues of herself.  “As long as you are in my arms in the statue.” 

“Where I belong,” Replied Mawiyah, entrenching her tongue deep inside Rebekka’s ear.  “Heavy solid granite… just like this wondrous body… hard… rigid… pure.”

The imaginary vista of their union snared Rebekka as she turned to smother her lips to her Queen’s.  Without care or concern, Rebekka flung her beefy arms about, embracing Mawiyah with all of her might.  It would be the first timeless kiss of the night… one of hunger, of unconditional passion and need.  Mawiyah balked, feeling her body fall victim to her warrior’s vast size.  Breast to breast, arm in arm, the couple ravaged each other in gratifying urgency.  No more words were necessary. 

Mawiyah felt two colossal hands instinctively reach around to cup her wide ass, smoothing out each ample globe.  Assured, Mawiyah’s lips encircled Rebekka’s tongue, drawing in that scorching piece of meat inside her mouth.  Aghast by her courage, Rebekka tightened her grip, spreading apart the beige ass she wanted so badly.  Both women anxiously crooked their necks, desperate for a deeper kiss.  Rebekka was ablaze with lust for this vixen, wanting to shove as much of herself inside this prized siren of the Middle East.  Of all the whispers and rumors of the Queen of Zafarana, none could be better than actually winning over her heart.  It was a cherished triumph that fueled the flames of lust and need within the savage’s soul.

With a loud pop, Mawiyah broke free of Rebekka’s kiss, tilting back as Rebekka’s mouth instantly gnawed at her exposed neck.  With her long hair cascading back, Mawiyah glanced across the bedchamber into the mirror.  She had to see for herself the luscious contrast between warrior and matriarch.  Mawiyah cried out, seeing that brawny body easily hold her up… arms so solid and huge, cradling Mawiyah like a cherished rose… 

“Oh my God, Rebekka.” Chanted Mawiyah.  “Look at us.”

Misty eyed with passion, Rebekka glanced over at their reflection in the mirror. 

“We make the perfect couple.” Mawiyah confessed, holding onto the beefy warrior’s shoulders.

“Its impeccable.” Remarked Rebekka.

“My Queen.” Replied her majesty.  “My one true Queen.”

“Oooh my God yes.” Cooed Rebekka before smothering her face between the ripe fullness of Mawiyah’s large protective breasts.

Her face, submerged between Mawiyah’s scrumptious cleavage, gave rise to a new state of existence for the powerful woman.  The velvety texture of lush breast against her face was all too much.  Opening her mouth, Rebekka desperately lapped away at the plentiful right breast, hungry and frantic.

“Marry me, my dear Rebekka.  Make me yours for all eternity.” Avowed the queen, enshrouding her arms about Rebekka’s resplendent feast.

“Uhmm humm.” Moaned Rebekka, suckling a mouth full of delicious flesh.

Lowering Mawiyah back, the couple lied down together in perfect unison.  With her strapping warrior atop her, Mawiyah undulated beneath the majestic brute.  Those sturdy hands clutched each breast, encircling their spherical form as Mawiyah watched her nipple slowly get ingested into Rebekka’s voracious mouth.

Mawiyah shuddered as she felt her areola become absorbed.  Knowing Rebekka had never bedded a woman before, this magical oneness held a richer purpose.  An explosion of romantic images flooded Rebekka’s mind, encompassing their life together… sharing the throne of Zafarana as woman and wife… sharing the Royal berth every night with her voluptuous, seductive matriarch.  For Mawiyah, her mind was aghast with sordid reverence… seeing the dazzling sight of Rebekka’s round solid shoulders and boiling arteries shrouding those arms, a series of paralyzing shudders doused the Queen’s flesh. Cradling her head as if a mother to her child, Mawiyah encouraged her beloved titan, softly reciting her name over and over again.

The plentiful supple breasts fueled the raging fires within the warrior’s crux.  Leaving behind a puddle of saliva about the thick nipple, Rebekka lovingly drifted between the deep warm cleavage, nuzzling the softness of purity and wonder.  It was far beyond what she expected her first time with a woman to be.  Hearing Mawiyah’s shallow breaths, hearing her heart pound beneath her chest… all of it made for an idyllic blend of the perfect marriage between her and her woman.

Roused by Mawiyah’s loving utterances, Rebekka’s hands spiraled about each full breast before lathering her tongue down Mawiyah’s chest.  She knew exactly where her ambition was, and what magic waited there.

Moans became full-fledged cries as Mawiyah glanced down to see Rebekka’s steady mouth descend down her stomach.  Grasping thick globs of Rebekka’s mane, Mawiyah’s back arched in splintering agony.  With fists clenched in exotic rapture, Mawiyah slammed them to the mattress as Rebekka’s face closed in on the majestic portion of the queen’s living essence.  Rebekka filled her lungs with the intoxicating fragrance of Mawiyah’s vulva, caressing her moist flesh with her cheeks.

“Ooooh my Rebekka.” Shivered the queen as traces of an impending orgasm were seen.

With a prolonged moan of hunger and zest, Rebekka parted her lips, crooking her jaw as wide as it could go… sealing itself to the marvelous vagina that enthralled her so.  Mawiyah screamed in agony, twisting her flesh about as warm delicious flesh permeated the warrior’s mouth.  It was wonderful to finally savor… her tongue slipped forth, anxiously sinking between the various folds of skin that Rebekka just had to suckle. 

“Gawwww… sweet Heavens of bliss.” Cried the crippled matriarch, thrashing beneath the loving siege.

Rebekka opened her eyes, having to see for herself the miraculous sight of what she was doing to this vixen of the desert.  Rolling her tongue from top to bottom, Rebekka drank in marvel of what she was capable of doing to a woman.  Resting her hands upon the queen’s shivering abdomen, Rebekka plunged deeper into the boiling feast, stabbing her tongue to Mawiyah’s very core.  Mawiyah eyes bulged, staring blindly up in terrorizing ecstasy.  Two fierce gasps for air ensued before collapsing once more.  Rebekka groaned in muffled delight, luxuriously engulfing her tongue in splendid divinity.

This is exactly where Rebekka belonged.

Their bodies entangled in perfect rapture as the harmonies of orgasm took root in the queen.  Screams echoed throughout the bedchamber while Rebekka’s feast overflowed… unearthing Mawiyah’s clit, the savage warrior massaged the heart of her sex, lifting her buxom siren to the mists of pure heaven.  Rebekka’s mighty arms held her lover down, locking her down to ensure her orgasm completed its loving incursion.  Glistening in perspiration, Mawiyah’s flesh was ravaged, captured by her fearless hero’s tongue.  Wave after wave of climax gave rise to even more, as Rebekka’s inaugural foray into homosexual lovemaking proved more than enough.  Wonder, awe, and fantasy came true in a brilliant instant of glaring passion. 

The feared warrior from Germania had overthrown Queen Mawiyah in salacious bliss.  Yet this victory would not be had from blood or battle… yet by the wings of unconditional love.

For three timeless days, Rebekka and Mawiyah remained locked inside the Royal berth, making love to each other in manners and methods both had never known.  Spine tingling orgasms led to a myriad of exhaustion and fatigue.  Some mornings, Mawiyah’s face awoke nestled beside Rebekka’s granite-like bosom, or amidst the mounds of her chiseled backside.  Stirring lessons in fantasy, imagination, and courage were experienced, hand in hand…  mouth to mouth.  Both lovers simply could not cease the timeless explorations of the other’s flesh, chiefly Mawiyah’s intimate fascination with Rebekka’s heroic brawn.

At nightfall of the third day, a full illustrious moon shined down upon the Zafarana countryside.  Waking from a deep slumber, Rebekka peacefully slipped from Mawiyah’s arms to stand out upon the Queen’s balcony, overlooking the vast kingdom below.  Sauntering out from their berth, the fully nude warrior sighed with euphoria as the cool night breeze cascaded over her heavy flesh.  Stopping at the rail, Rebekka stood as if a grand Queen, surveying her new lands.  Taking in a long intake of air, Rebekka’s vast chest swelled to mighty proportions, closing her eyes in fulfilling her unrequited love.  For the first time in her life, Rebekka finally felt like a real woman… she felt loved, adored, and worshipped for who she was, and how she looked.  At last, she had found a woman who loved her for who she really was.

“Your new Kingdom.” Whispered Mawiyah as she cuddled her sculpted lover from behind, running her fingertips over Rebekka’s thick bust.

Rebekka cooed, feeling the fullness of Mawiyah’s breasts cushion upon her angular back.

Mawiyah’s full lips tenderly brushed the forged crests of back muscle, tasting the taut skin she had idolized for the past few days.  Placing her hand atop Mawiyah’s, Rebekka slowly turned to face her new queen, now glowing in the vivid blue light of the moon above.  Even in the moonlight, her queen looked amazingly sexy.

“Mawiyah.” Began the mighty paramour.  “I… must say this.”

“Anything.” Replied the serene matriarch, softly placing her hands on the deeply scoured plains of Rebekka’s arms.

“I… I am in love with you.” Voiced Rebekka, nearly gasping in relief and shock.  “I felt it the moment our eyes joined… when you touched me for the first time… I want a life with you… I want you by my side from this night forth.”

Mawiyah swallowed the sudden onslaught of emotion and joy.  This was what she had desperately craved since she could remember.  Tears stung the queen’s eyes as she gazed into the sapphire abyss of Rebekka’s soulful stare.

“I… I love you too.”  Uttered the love-stricken matron.  “I… I knew it.  Somehow, I’ve always known I would find you.” 

“The Gods of celestial love have written our fates in the heavens.” Replied Rebekka, caressing Mawiyah’s lucid face.

Arm in arm, united by embrace and fate… two women shared an eternal awareness of perfect love.

“Will you marry me, Mawiyah? Will you give my life the timeless honor of taking my hand in marriage?” begged the elated blonde. 

“Absolutely… without doubt or question, my love…  my Rebekka… my rightful hero.”  Replied the joyful Queen.

With that, Rebekka hovered above her mistress, narrowing the empty space between their anxious lips.  It was the kiss of all kisses… long, full of meaning and hope, and deliciously sensual.  With restrained eagerness, Rebekka buoyantly meshed Mawiyah’s lips, grazing them as if a delicate petal of the world’s most precious rose.  Wanton urgency remained checked as the couple lathered the others’ mouths with tongue, saliva, and commitment.  Soft slurps resonated on the balcony before Rebekka traced the outline of Mawiyah’s mouth with her tongue, all before Mawiyah encircled her lover’s tongue, drawing the wet flesh into her mouth with fervent bravery.  For the queen, having Rebekka inside her held a heartfelt intonation… Rebekka was actually inside her.  The merciful feat galvanized the voluptuous seducer.

Enfolding her arms about the sloping steppe of Rebekka’s back, the tips of Mawiyah’s fingers traced the angled valley of her hero’s spine.  Never tiring of her lover’s brawny physique, the queen took every opportunity to worship her fiancée’s frame.  Rebekka’s mouth crooked, allowing Mawiyah to pull her tongue further inside.  Slivers of their joined saliva drooled from the lover’s mouths prior to Rebekka turning her head, nursing Mawiyah’s mouth in one voracious lunge.  Both groaned in agonizing ecstasy, pulling the other closer to secure their blossoming devotion.  With their lips coddled in angelic harmony, each luxuriously sipped each other’s moist, carnal offering.  Rebekka couldn’t believe the intensity of Mawiyah’s suckling was, abruptly pulling her tongue inside her mouth… clasping her face in a sweeping gesture, Mawiyah clenched Rebekka’s head, franticly slurping up and down the tongue, as if it were her very life force.  Digging her nails into Rebekka’s skull, Mawiyah was to have her way no matter what resistance the warrior offered.

The flames of unbridled lust leapt from Mawiyah’s heart, scorching the titanic mistress as Mawiyah suddenly halted her tongue feast. 

“Stay.” Ordered the queen as Rebekka stood, beguiled by the sudden show of forcefulness.

Catching her bewildered breath, Rebekka watched her shapely lover saunter off swaying those deliciously wide fertile hips that evoked much promise.  Panting in resounding awe, Rebekka watched as her queen returned, carrying a large gold chalice that hung above a slow burning hearth. With a coy grin, Rebekka bit her lower lip in anticipation of Mawiyah’s next move.  Everything Mawiyah had done to this point was fantastically risqué, and she knew whatever this chalice’s purpose, it would leave her completely smitten.

Raising the chalice to the summit of Rebekka’s strapping shoulders, Mawiyah poured a deluge of warm body oil, crossing the picturesque breadth of her angular shoulders.  Mawiyah’s mouth hung open, watching as Rebekka’s towering muscles twitched in stewing power, noticing how the sweet-scented lubricant baptized the thick rivulets of pure strength.  Rebekka released a prolonged sigh of exaltation, basking in the warm delicate stimulation that cascaded down her stalwart flesh. 

“Yes.” Hissed the queen, watching her hero’s body begin to glow beneath the bluish light of the moon.  “So perfect.” 

Thick glossy streams of oil continued pouring out, slowly filling the myriad of muscular vales that defined her ruinous body.  As the chalice emptied, Mawiyah set it aside to lather her hands across the glistening wilderness of muscle that stretched all along Rebekka’s back arms and legs.  Painstakingly kneading the oil into the tawny flesh, Mawiyah made sure that no section of Rebekka’s sculpture went uncovered by the oil. 

“Ooooh, what are you doing, my love?” echoed Rebekka as her head hung low, delirious of the scrupulous massage.

Mawiyah would let her hands reply, vigilantly stroking the crowded army of muscle that graced her back… caressing each muscle twice, sometimes more in loving effort.  Cupping the underside of Rebekka’s long arms, Mawiyah lifted them up, displaying just how vast Rebekka’s reach was.  Coupling each hand to her wrist, Mawiyah rolled her palms up along the arm, feeling it get bigger as she made her way to her shoulder, only to creep forward to kiss the massive round rock of brawn that rested atop her shoulder.

“Oh my God, Mawiyah.”  Cooed Rebekka.  “Your touch is that of an angel’s.”

“Because you are a God.” Replied the breathless matron.

Facing her entranced warrior, Mawiyah’s palms lathered Rebekka’s unyielding golden chest, admiring the deep thick outlines of grating brawn.  Her fingers ruffled between the breasts, admiring the shallow dark cleavage that sharply divided her heroine’s chest.  Transfixed by its incisive attributes, Mawiyah briefly thought of what Rebekka might have once looked like as an ordinary woman.  Did she have large, heavy breasts at one time?  How on earth could a woman become so beautiful… so immense?  Planting a supple kiss atop Rebekka’s right breast, Mawiyah cherished how a woman’s flesh could convert itself in favor of power and vigor.

Rebekka snapped, feeling the rich goodness of Mawiyah’s full breasts graze her chest, eventually smothering themselves to the oily ligaments that bound her chest.  Slithering down the slippery skin, Mawiyah converged upon Rebekka’s vagina, hovering within a hair’s breadth of her living life force.  Her eyes sealed closed, Rebekka anchored herself back upon the marble railing, already in violation of ecstasy’s borders.  Mawiyah burrowed her face within the fleecy mass of hair, instinctively unearthing her clit with her dire tongue.  Locking up, Rebekka gazed to the Heavens, nearly collapsing from the tender rendezvous of tongue to clit.  She silently praised the Gods of love and mercy for finding this vixen of the desert. 

But the feast was yet to begin… Mawiyah abandoned her lover’s prize, lowering herself all the way to the floor, stooping on her hands and knees as she lusciously tongued Rebekka’s toes and foot… Hunched over, and looking so appealing, Rebekka couldn’t help but admire the curvy outline of her beloved.  She loved how her ass jutted out, how big it was…  “I have to taste that again.” Rebekka told herself as she felt Mawiyah’s tongue attentively suckled her ankle and Achilles heel.

“Look at me, Rebekka.” Commanded her queen.

“Look at how much I love you to do this.” She continued before flattening her tongue to Rebekka’s strapping column.

Gazing down her rigid body, Rebekka watched as Mawiyah tongue fed itself on her brawn, lovingly gripping the thick leg in unquestionable reverence.  For the queen, she was idolizing the very foundation that held her champion throughout countless wars and battles.  This leg held her lover high; supported the sheer magnitude that she so perfectly loved.  Mawiyah was not going to spare any expense at showing Rebekka just how much she adored every inch of her lucent body.  Everything to this heroic body was to be treasured.  Everything.

Mawiyah didn’t take her tongue off the leg, even as it lathered over the thigh… the lovers’ gaze remained fixed as Mawiyah’s clutches passionately wrapped about the brimming thick column of her thigh.  The warm oil filled the queen’s mouth, but she didn’t care… it was the same oil that had sheathed her mistress’ muscular flesh… anything that could have fondled such sanctity was good enough for her to savor.  Now, as Mawiyah’s mouth neared Rebekka’s vulva, both knew exactly what had to happen. Teetering anxiety dripped from Rebekka’s eyes as Mawiyah parted her jaw as wide as it could go, keeping her gaze to Rebekka’s all the while.  With her tongue spread wide, Mawiyah’s lovely face immersed itself in the sheltered confines of Rebekka’s core.  Her tongue, slow at first, tenderly glided up, attentive to every drop of her lover’s delicious nectar.  Rebekka’s flesh twitched, rocked by the unseen feast amid her luscious lips.  With the oil now pooling at her feet, it made Rebekka’s stance complicated, now suffering under a volley of sexual ecstasy.  With her face smothered in Rebekka’s steaming vulva, she managed to smile in victory, knowing something as small as her tongue could render such a commanding warrior completely helpless.

Rebekka entwined her hand in Mawiyah’s, brutally clutching it for dear life as a series of shudders rocked the mighty flesh.  Rolling her tongue beyond the outer folds of warmth, Mawiyah met the hardened clit that bore Rebekka’s destiny.  Swaying her head side to side, Mawiyah moaned in ardent hunger, suckling the sensitive nub between her teeth, accenting her efforts with her tongue, cradling it gingerly.

“Oooooooh!” cried the defenseless vixen, nearly falling over in shock.

Mawiyah clutched Rebekka’s sides, trying to hold her up as another bombardment of orgasm crippled the beautiful warrior.  Swallowing a mouthful of Rebekka’s savory broth, Mawiyah dug even deeper, burrowing her face in for what was to be an extravagant culmination of love, lust, and vigor.  Sweat began to drip from Rebekka’s body, making for a poetic vision of beauty and splendor for the gluttonous, eager Queen.  A final jolt shredded Rebekka as she crumbled to the marble floor. 

Mawiyah had done it… she had toppled the great Rebekka, neither by violence, nor by sword… but love.  Unrenowned devoted lust.  Moreover, her mouth kept its seal around Rebekka’s clit as she guided the hulking mass of muscle and brawn to the floor.  Upon reaching the floor, the paralyzing waves of climax endured, perhaps even growing in intensity.  Writhing about like a delusional lunatic, cries and gasps bellowed from Rebekka’s lungs… all Mawiyah could do was watch every beautiful muscle flex and compress in sublime harmony.  Rebekka’s neck muscles particularly held the queen’s gaze as they strained and warped… she looked as if she were lifting an entire building… thick pulsing veins, tinged fibers of taut strength boiled beneath the skin as Rebekka’s eyes bulged from her skull… Mawiyah simply couldn’t believe she was doing this to such a beautiful woman.
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